List Memoir: "Foundation" by Alexie H.

When I was very young, I was quiet. I’ve been told that I didn’t disturb the peace, like most babies and toddlers often do. My family loved this about me. I enjoyed activities such as sleeping constantly and being read to. This set me apart from other children, laying the foundation for a life that is bound to the same road of tranquility and restraint.

When I was a little bit older, I was docile. I didn’t talk or be disruptive during class, and I always paid attention to the lesson. My teachers loved this about me. My willing personality, love of reading (now that I was able), and success at academics was a boon to their goals of perfecting the posterity. It illustrated their success at forming us into model students who became model adults.

When I was at the end of my childhood, I was adaptable. I could be whoever I was needed to be, whether it was someone to cry on or someone to be rambunctious with. My friends loved this about me. I was different with every friend because I adjusted to fit each of their personalities. I became someone that would cause no friction between us, even if it meant becoming someone I didn’t want to be.

When I became a teenager (up until this point), I became myself. I do not restrain myself in situations that mild people would mind their tongue in. I’ve been scorned by people that I have considered my family, all because I have different views. I have come to the realization that my future is not determined by the favor of certain people or percentages on a paper, but my work ethic and desire to succeed. I have faded away from friends because of differences in interests and conflicts in personalities. I am no longer a moldable person for anyone to shape to their liking. The foundation has long since cracked and broken, and I have grown to become a different person. Now, I am myself.

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One Word Description: "Depression" by Kalena D. (2017)

People go around with their hands low and hoodies on their heads, but what we don’t know is when they lift up their sleeves and tells their sides of the most heartbreaking stories of all time. their wounds, their scars, their aches, their souls, their heads, their lives, is on the line. Some people like to say, “I am very depressed.” or like others some like to say, “ This is very depressing.” but if we look more into it, do they both mean the same? Do they interpret the same exact idea? If you ask me, I wouldn’t judge how you put it as. Depression is like a wound that won’t be able to close itself. A wound that is repeatedly being penetrated into our bodies. Wounds that won’t be able to heal due to the amount of exhaust we tend to push into our soul. HATE.We as people, feel so many emotions. the emotions that makes us happy, sad, or even agitated, or maybe a little bit of humanism. But not like Depression. It leaves scars to remind us how worthless we had become, it leaves hate to show how we convinced the abstract of depression into powerless human beings minds, it leaves no emotion for abuse and neglect.But why? Just why? Depression can do so much more that what it makes you feel. It’s our biggest enemy to see us vanquish into the darkness and to never be seen again. We tell ourselves let’s get better, let’s turn the tables, let’s hope for a new day, and think much more than just suicidal thoughts. It doesn’t leave you alone because it doesn’t want to.No just No.It haunts you like a nightmare that won’t ever end. A monster that takes over your existence. The monster that seeks more than just your mind that play’s good ol tricks. The monster that seeks more into your body to tell you all the harmful things are okay. It’s like the devil is trying to invade once more. Like People, us, you, me, him, and her. All around have such a story to tell. But what kind of child wants to tell a story about their ashaming depressions? Do you as people do not see the tears running down her face? Or Do you as people do not see his burden soul crying out for HELP?! Or do we as people just ignore the fact that this is no big deal. CARELESS.Depression grabs your soul and clamps onto you. It won’t let go, it won't release you to happiness, but it drains you inside & out. It consumes who you are. It becomes the element within your life and the life you have for it to take control. MANIPULATION.We stare at the ropes that are held in the palms of our hands. Ropes. You try and try and try. but fear isn't near. You don't think, You don't stop, you don't evaluate. The words running through your brain is bursting into flames. Allowing the excruciating pain to bite the tips of your fingers. Letting it all in. You’re remorse, exhausted, timid. You give in. You try to scream to the world. But no one hears YOU. Trying to grasp for air, but it chokes you. you take one more last glimpse of life asking, “why me?” did we deserve this feeling that cannot be explained? You stop. But your answers are unknown, lost, and bewildered. Your eyes lower down and yet you're still holding on to the ropes. You place it to over your neck. Tick tock tick tock. SILENCE.Depression once again has won.

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One Word Description: "Love" by Darian W. (2017)

So esoterica, so misunderstood and fastidious.In simpler words, love is complex.But where has it gone?Everywhere you go you can hear it spoken.Thing is, can you really FEEl it?Words like love are so complex that it's almost impossible to know.Lost in a sea of scrambled emotions.Sure it's one of the most common words known,Sure it's only four letters long,and sure it's so easy to say.But that's what makes it so lost.People lost it.That word never changed,People did.

Loving your family shouldn't be forced,Loving your friends shouldn't be a lie.It's supposed to be honest, wholesome and earnest.So why have we ruined it's true meaning?We live and die to love!Life starts to wilt when love vacates the area.Because love powers survival,And when we don't even want to survive,We die, emotionally.So think hard on what you believe is "love."Because it's been gone for a long time.

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Six Word Memoir: By Tory H. (2016)

Suicide keeps calling. Don't pick up.

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List Memoir: "I Miss" by Jacques H. (2016)

I miss the way your arms felt pressed against my chest.I miss the way I could feel your lungs inhale and exhale.I miss the way you held me close to show you were worried.I miss the hour long phone calls that lasts moments before midnight.I miss what we had.I don't miss the tears in my hurt formed by fissures in your words.I don't miss the dishonesty and my constant worry.I don't miss how you made me "happy" and then tore me apart.I don't miss you. I don't miss us. I miss the me that I left behind. He's dead to me anyways.

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One Word Description: "Okay" by Aubrey P. (2016)

O-K-A-Y

apostrophe K-A-Y

O-K

K

Even the gesture is easy going and passive, index finger touches thumb, raise remaining fingers. Kinda hard to do that aggressively, right?

It's a soft word that can be formed into many scenarios.

"It'll be okay," she said to her son as she lay dying.

"Okay, whatever," says a different son to a different mother.

"K," texts a girl to her girlfriend after being blown off again.

"Okay," is like Playdoh. It's soft and can take different forms.

"Okay, that'll be 3.49," says the expectant cashier to the customer, grumbling about prices these days.

"Okay, I'm ready," said the performer to the stage hand.

Okay means acceptance.

But there are different ways of accepting things.

You can be indifferent,

Sarcastic Passive-Agressive Crying

Nervous Sad Laughing

Excited Hurting Shouting

Upset Pleased Quiet

Hesitant Nonchalant Ready

Or maybe when you say "okay," you're lying.

"I'm okay."

"It's okay."

Okay.

It means a lot of things to a lot of people.

Okay

It can be acceptance or denial.

Okay

sadness, anger, happiness

Okay

all rolled into one

Okay

a passive word, easy going

Okay

a gesture

Okay

O-K-A-Y

apostrophe K-A-Y

O-K

K

a gesture

index finger touches thumb, raise remaining fingers.

Somewhere, someone is crying over his mother.

Someone else is rolling his eyes.

Someone is crying over her girlfriend.

Someone is being handed $3.49.

Someone is walking onto a stage.

Okay means a lot of things to a lot of people.

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